Love is a four-legged thing between me and my Murray. He was a stray who hung around my apartment complex.

One night, he decided to just move in with me – ran past me when I opened the door, and went right to the refrigerator. I had nothing in the house to give him besides lunch meat, and he was so hungry, he ate a whole pack. I left the door open so he could leave at any time, but he decided to stay and watch TV with me. At bedtime, I just closed the door and let him stay, and he’s been with me ever since.

He is very affectionate, and fills my days with joy and love. I am so glad he picked me to move in with.

Submitted by Jennifer B.